Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

My niggas got a streetsweeper, air the whole block out Fuck around and blow the whole stock out Real street nigga, we gon' fuck around and pop out We gon' bend your block and we gon' spin again (spin again) If she wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend

That nashville, wouldn't be nashville, without you It'd be just another river town Streets would have a different sound Hey fire, burnin' round the ring Hey crazy, you know it's true There'd be no honky tonks with whiskey rounds No dreamers chasin'

We should be alone together Where nobody else can see Keeping each other company Parked outside on the street Where it's just you and me I couldn't help but notice We can be blue as a neon light Singing them sad up songs all night We can say goodbye,

She made me happy, she made me smile She brought me up, when you let me down I'm pulling scams Identity theft Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care Seem like I lost more than I ever gained Ain't get nuttin' out these streets but pain Ain't get nuttin'

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter Three o'clock and the moaning, they all cry to me, I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick, Look out your window I'm on

And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first And I don't know why but with you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress There's somethin' bout the way The street looks when it's just rained There's a glow off the

Uh, suddenly I'm in the whip With the gat, full clip Out the blue, like a crip Doin' 90 on the backroad Outta nowhere my girl hit me on the bat phone I could hear it in her voice, know she just wasn't alone Then a voice I didn't recognize Said, "If you

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him